I don't need Mike Rippee to read this first to know he is going to hate it.
While his wife, Bonnie, might squirrel away a couple copies for the grandkids, Mike would probably rather use this page to kindle the morning fire.
This is, after all, the same man who attempted to sneak off the south end of the field when administrators tried to commemorate his 100th win.
This is the same man who sent the 2007 list of all-region and all-league honorees to my e-mail account with the "Coach of the Year" slot conspicuously left blank.
Of everything Mike …